Small Talk

In your subtlety,
I take leisure;
it's you that I adore.
You—no, nothing more.

May I spend the rest
of the night in the
warmth of your arms?


May I?


It's you that I adore;
that, and nothing more.

You bore me with
your small talk.
You just want
to leave, I know.

Well, it's all alright
since this is no
different from the
day before this one.